Recent Post: BALL HONEYS BALLHONEYS could tell from the size and thickness of his cock that it wouldn't take long, anyways. This man was good to go, right now.
"You work on the money. I'll work on...you..."
And I undid my seat belt and moved over to his side of the long black bench seat. With the sun pouring down on my face and on Mr. Happy, Mr. Lucky put one hand in my hair and introduced me to his lifelong friend.
The bulbous head was so stiff, so sensitive, the whole cock jolted when I put my mouth over it. It was so hot and wet. I swirled my tongue around in that oozing jism, spreading it over the head as a lubricant. I wouldn't need much of that, I realized, feeling myself salivating.
I twisted my head slightly, and encountered the damned steering wheel. There wasn't much room to move, here. But Mr. Lucky saw that, and he clicked a switch on the steering wheel's base and pushed it up and out of my way.
How convenient.
Mr. Lucky didn't say a word, or make more than a few hissing sounds, as I began to suck him off. I could feel all those throbbing veins I had seen in the sun as my lips moved up and down that thick shaft. My mouth was stretched to the limits. But I forced my head up and down, feeling Mr. Lucky's encouraging hand in my hair. His hips thrust upwards, and soon he was fucking my face so deliciously. He really liked having his cock sucked right there in the sun.
